When I run out of things to write about I'll sell my studio and get out of town We'll wake up and make new memories Remind ourselves that the good things are free and Run away The hustle and bustle won't have the last say, I Need to know Is this what we want Or is this all for show? When the fields are cleared and the work is done Will we look back and love who we've become Is there more to the day than the end of the week Will we see only colors when we fall asleep and Run away The hustle and bustle won't have the last say, I Need to know Is this what we want Or is this all for show? Run away The hustle and bustle won't have the last say, I Need to know Is this what we want Or is this all for show?